"Then I think it's time for us to be going." And they went out with their heads very high, and camped on the Common instead; which you may as soon as the grass is dry.
But the King was really rather glad: for he was a bit bored.
And the Commander-in-Chief was glad too; for he was free to do his bad best once more.
And that very afternoon, as the Colonel and Tiny were taking their daily ride on Goliath—the Colonel with the sea-gull in his arms to give it a swim in the Pond,—the Commander-in-Chief, disguised as a nigger-boy, leaped out of the Wood, and tried to storm Goly by the tail.
But Goly just turned his trunk, and gave the Commander-in-Chief a good old clout instead, which sent him sprawling.
Then the Colonel, who was sitting towards the head, said,
"What is it?"
So Tiny, who was sitting towards the tail, answered, very loud,
"Only a dirty little black boy, Sir, whom Goly spanked for tweaking his tail." But Tiny really knew quite well, because the Commander-in-Chief's hump stuck up in the air, as he lay flat-face in the mud.
And when the Commander-in-Chief heard what Tiny said, tie raised his face, with his nose all muddy, and screamed,